That’d be a killer fan game - deliberately outdated knowledge checks, like you’re playing a quiz made in a specific nanosecond of Eastern Europe scribbling out its Cold War borders. Especially if there’s Leisure Suit Larry age verification using alleged common knowledge about sports and US politics, except it’s by MECC’s second-string junior devs, and they assume Minnesota has its finger on the pulse of the nation.
The internet? At those prices?
We had to go to each others houses to look at CD-ROMs!
Load up Encarta.
Or Mavis Beacon!
and where in the fuck is Carmen San Diego
Oregon Trail was my jam.
That’d be a killer fan game - deliberately outdated knowledge checks, like you’re playing a quiz made in a specific nanosecond of Eastern Europe scribbling out its Cold War borders. Especially if there’s Leisure Suit Larry age verification using alleged common knowledge about sports and US politics, except it’s by MECC’s second-string junior devs, and they assume Minnesota has its finger on the pulse of the nation.
Funny… I remember “where in the world is Carmen San Diego” but I don’t remember “where the fuck is Carmen San Diego”
Fancy. Who could afford a CD-ROM drive at those prices?
We had boxes of floppy disks and BBS to get us through.
Luxury.
I had to load my games in from tape!
Tape?
Now let me tell you about punched cards…
… that were used long before I was born.
'course I say tape, it was more like a code listing in a magazine, but it were a tape to us!
My dad used punch cards.
He’s dead.
Back in my day we had books, that we had to share, and we LIKED it.
Books? Back in my day we had cuneiform tablets.
A literal god or the worst ever homeschooled kid walks among us.
That’s how I started too.
Oh, I remember loading lemmings from a floppy as a 7 yearold
I remember looking at the CD Roms before our computer had one.